David’s POV
The moment I saw all three of them tiny, pinkish, and crying as if declaring their arrival to the world.
I felt my knees weaken. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about power, money, or reputation. All I cared about was Cassie and the three little miracles in front of me.
The nurses cleaned the babies, wrapped them carefully in soft blankets, and placed them one by one inside the bassinets lined up near the operating table. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, my chest pounding so fast it hurt.
Two boys. One girl. My sons and my daughter.
“Mr. Yao,” the pediatrician said gently, “would you like to cut the cords?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. My hands trembled as I took the scissors, but I managed to do it snip after snip feeling the weight of fatherhood with every
